Blogger at last?

Well, for now at least.
I blog therefore I am?
Thats taken over hasnt it? Ever noticed how social networking, blogging and online chatting has taken over our lives? The world is a very small place now. So small in fact that it fits right on the top of my beat up old desk. All I need to do is tap on the magic mouse, click on a few words and voila, I'm in a different dimension of space time. Its a magical world where I can completely be myself, or completely be someone else. Cyberspace opens up a plethora of new and exciting opportunities for me to screw up and move on without anyone ever caring. I could be whoever I want to, whatever I want to. I could be a doctor, volunteering in Africa with doctors without borders, or a dashing corporate lawyer who just doesnt have time in her busy schedule to make friends, or the sweet innocent young 12 year old who just discovered the internet and is so very new to the whole chatroom experience. I could be anything and everything I ever wanted. I guess its an escapists paradise. You can move as far away from reality as you want. In fact there is no such thing as reality when it comes to cyberspace. Maybe thats why we all love it so much. It takes you away from your life. For a little while, all the deadlines, the project schedules, the insane bosses, the crazy relationships none of it matters. For a little while you can be a fish in a spacesuit. Flitting away in your little universe where nothing exists except you, information and Orkut (or Facebook)

Inkspot

Is this really happenning? Am I blogging? 2 days after the last blog.. well maybe there's hope for me yet.

Random thought for the day : Do we always remember the way things were? Or do we just remember they way we think they were? Do experiences shape memories? Or do memories shape experiences?

Now that that's out of the way. Did a bit of purging today. Wrote my diary after a long time. Thinking of getting back to writing. I have to hurry if I want to get my book done by the time I'm 35. It really has been a while since I wrote actually. I suppose I kind of miss it. I stopped in college after I lost my pen. I know it sounds silly, but I had this beat up old pen that I would write all my stuff with. All the stories the essays even exams. I had it all through school and then up until the second year of college. And then of course one of my best friends borrowed it and lost it! I hate when that happens!!! She never figured out why I made such a big deal of it. I guss its not her fault, she never even knew that I wrote let alone that the pen she borrowed was my quill. Its been some 5 years since then and I havent really written a word. I mean I've written, it just never makes any sense. When I had the pen, I would start out writing about something and then the pen would just take over and the story would just flow out of me. And I would discover it just as if I was a reader. Its difficult to explain I guess. But those who read get it. I mean the character would start as a little girl sad at moving house and would end at a murderess who killed an abusive husband, and I never knew how it got from one to other. Not until I read it back of course. The writing just took over. I never knew what to expect or where I would find myself at the end. I guess a little like now. I started off at a random thought and ended at an old memory. Maybe I had something to do with the stories after all :) .. Maybe I'll start another blog :)

Just some stuff

Ok the randomness hit me again. So our brilliant bus driver decides that he would like to take a shortcut today. Wow, amazing shortcut, of course I was irritated, annoyed, really really annoyed, so annoyed in fact that I did the most predictable thing ever, started messaging my friends telling them I was annoyed!!! What people will do to get a little attention ;)
Well got home about 45 mins late, angry as hell, swearing under my breath, wishing all sorts of hateful things on the @#$@#$@%#^%$&%^*&%^* bus driver... when what do I see, but my new maid standing in front of my door and waiting for me. Ah what a relief. I hate to admit it, and I hate it even more when it happens, but my mother, my dear sweet midlife-crisis-having, persistently-nagging-when-she's-annoyed, bad-earring-choosing mother was right!!!
I love being able to come home and be lazy. :) Ah bliss.